Lloyd the Arse
I'm not just going to up and f-cking leave this time.
It'll be different.
Freddie IS coming. I NEED him.
I'll tell him your wife is allergic to twinks if you're going to have a sodding fit about it. He can stay at The Montague for all I bloody care.

"There's nothing wrong with my fvcking memory, you knob." She flicked the edge of her cigarette to remove the access ash, "You're not normal, Lloyd. You're never going to be. Or have you forgotten?"
No sympathy or comfort around the edges of her statement. She spoke it matter-of-factly. As if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Nevermind." She huffed, toe of her boot tapping against the ground as she snuffed out the butt, "That's not why I'm here, anyway. I need your help, little brother. Yours and those diplomatic connections that are now attached to your name."

She rolled her eyes, body devoid of reaction when Lloyd bit back at her with what any one else would lose their throat for. Words mattered little. Venom and poison masquerading in the form of sanguine insults were boring. There was nothing any of them could say to the other that was shocking anymore. “Pregnant? How many’s that for you now, bubby, four? Mother’ll be thrilled.” the taste of the lie was bitter on her tongue. “And the answer is no. I’ve no interest in spending any time with that b@stard of a child.”

She had her reasons. All of them had to do with her childs father. Abusive didn’t begin to desribe him properly, and she would never forget how he sounded when he was dying.

Draaaawls out a long, dramatic groan, her tongue sticking out of her mouth just before she brings a smoke to her lips and lights it. "But Lloyd. Family." She's clearly mocking him now, that hot wolf temper of hers buried beneath many course layers of dissociative attitude. "He promised. And he's the least likely to bail when he says he's going to bloody do something." Her brows furrowed together then, lips tightening as she tossed a pointed glare at her much bigger brother. "Why are you even playing happily-ever-after with some walking vagina, anyway?" Exhaled a large puff of smoke as she turned her head, "You don't even do proper knocking.. When's the last time you even managed a stiffy over a warm body?" The sadistic little wench.

"Family is a sodding illusion, Lloyd. You've always been an idealist, deep down. That's what you're doing here, isn't it? You're playing house?" Jane laughed, bitterly, "Where the fvck is Freddie? That flaming pile of garbage told me he was going to meet me here." Rummaged through her pockets hastily, and pulled a pack of smokes from within. "Go on then. Crack on with your peace, will you? Let's get it over with."

Julliet let a few of her fingers trail loosely through her blonde locks, separating some of the bunched waves from one another. “Even those graced with light are often bathed in darkness.” She said simply, her words almost carrying through the air like a cloud. Another sip. It was then that her eyes carried up to Lloyd’s face, which she was almost unaware of before that he’d been gazing at her. In that moment, his rigid features curled up into a smile. Julliet couldn’t help but feel her own plump lips curl upward at the sight. It was quite a refreshing sight to see.

Truthfully, the angel didn’t care much for other people either. Perhaps that much the two had in common. Well, that and their unconditional love for his wife. Julliet could nearly feel the humanistic beat of a heart in her chest as Lloyd thanked her. She hadn’t felt this touched in a long while. She tried her best to mask these feelings dwelling inside her, as to maintain her sophisticated outward composure, as she normally did. Just as quickly as these warm feelings washed over her, they began to fall away.

She had no problem speaking of other people’s children usually, but when prodded about her own circumstance, Julliet had an Achilles heel. She felt as if a dagger had dug into her side and twisted its way about her rib cage. Another feeling she hadn’t experienced in a long while. This conversation had already tossed and turned between two extremes in an immaculately short period.

“I understand that very well.” She admitted, her eyes falling to her lap where she held her glass with both hands. “But I can tell you this…” She began, her nails tapping quietly against her beverage. “There’s always a chance they come out pure.”

Julliet’s eyes gleamed with hidden excitement as Lloyd passed a glass to her. Macallan. Sounded fine to her. “I’ll have what you’re having.” She replied with a light shrug of her petite shoulders. Once he’d poured himself a helping, Julliet did the same, nearly bouncing with delight. The angel followed him to their sitting grounds, where she plopped herself into the other empty chair, careful not to spill her drink… yet, anyway.

“There’s no such thing as stealing when sharing is in effect.” She assured, though she would only inwardly admit that wasn’t entirely truthful. But then she pictured herself kidnapping his and Caitlyn’s children and couldn’t help but let out a chuckle under her breath. Maybe there was more truth to her statement than she had originally thought. “Well, if you’re ever overwhelmed with the three, you know Caitlyn has me on speed dial.” Julliet licked her lips before she sipped on her drink. It wasn’t disgustingly warm in temperature, but had a pleasant chill to it from sitting in its cool, destitute room.

Then the questioning started. He might as well get it in now before her memory started to cloud from the alcohol. Julliet crossed her legs slowly, a delicate hand smoothing down the length of her black pencil skirt as she did so. She wasn’t even drunk yet and she still couldn’t answer the question. “To be perfectly honest, I’ve known Caitlyn so long, I can’t even remember how long it’s been.” She took another slow sip of her drink, her taste buds becoming enveloped in a pool of whisky.
“But if I can remember correctly, I don’t recall having much of a choice either. Once orange juice was shared, that was a wrap.”

Julliet headed off in his suggested direction, where she walked beside him toward the unknown destination. Their sanctuary covered more land than she would normally stroll around, but she welcomed further exploration. It was their home, after all. Rather unaware about the existence of the room they had just entered, Julliet glanced behind her shoulder, a lock of golden curls twisting about her with the turn of her neck.

With little filtering going through her mind before the words left her lips, Julliet remarked, "I guess the husband of the boss gets unrestricted access to the gems of this place, hm?" Unable to truly contain herself, not that she tried too desperately, Julliet's fingertips softly ran across the labels of the bottles all lined up neatly beside one another.

"I know exactly how you feel. Drinking alone in the bedroom is starting to get old."

Julliet crouched down to better read some of the labels of the alcoholic beverages. Despite her rather overwhelming knowledge of various liquors, she found herself unfamiliar with some. "Are we going to pop open something real nice?"

The angel narrowed her eyes some at the perplexing offer. Go out for a drink... with Lloyd? That would be a first. Julliet pursed her pale pink lips in a moment of deliberation before her piercing blue eyes would flicker up at him.

Camille, of course, is a vision of distress. In the suite that she had (occasionally) shared with her husband (he’s in New York!), she rushed around in an attempt to tidy. There were new things coming. Pretty pieces of infant friendly furniture with tapestries and beddings to match. The sofa that she needed to make room for would be ushered in later. The dark leather chair that Lloyd slung himself into was an eyesore but Atticus refused to let her get rid of it.

“Lloyd?” Camille seemed confused as she dipped from the modest walk in where she’d fought the urge to trash everything that ’Will never fit again. I’m a cow!’. “What are you doing here-“ The smell of stale booze hits her like a wall, illiciting a face that is clearly not amused. “What’s the matter with you?”

LDD
Well, when you put it that way, it'd be rude of me to decline.
Oh, I know what your initials are! 'LDD' is... well, an acronym for what Rhiannon and I call you sometimes. Believe me, it's really quite flattering. Anyways, seemed like an appropriate complement to 'TLF'

Caitlyn swallows and finds herself tucking into Lloyd’s embrace, resting her head in a tilted fashion against his shoulder. From here she can feel his pulse radiate from his body and that causes her a small tinge of worry. She swallows and nods her head slowly. ”You’re right. We have to be careful with this pregnancy.” She’s turning her head up to tilt instead to take in his. Her fingers combing his jawline calmly. It’s a question that needs to be posed she knows. A small smile spreads across her lips, moving her enamored eyes to lock with his own.

“Of course I’m happy. I’m just nervous. We had our ten year plan.” She laughs a bit nervously, but there isn’t anyone else she wanted to face this moment with. ”Our plans just got moved up is all right?” Part of her is scared he’s just going to drop her and run off with the beast. Leave her as the others have, but she tells herself repeatedly that’s not fair to make that assumption. Lloyd didn’t leave her alone with Rigsby. She couldn’t be the wife known for hiding her pregnancies from her husband either. That reputation was rather taboo sounding.

Indoctrinate into my culture? You make me sound like a cult leader.
And frankly, I see nothing wrong with teaching your children how to act like angels.
*wink*
And, oh! I've always wanted a boy! The answer is yes, I will keep him.

Caitlyn knew this wasn't in their plans. Not even the slightest bit. She gulpgs down the lump in her throat, and drops the bag to curl her slender arms around his waist. Resting her chin against his chest, head tilted backwards so her eyes could trace over his own.

Was it normal for him to be so calm?? He had been when she told him about Rigsby, so she supposed she shouldn't have expected anything else from her husband. "You're right, babe.. It just wasn't in our ten year plan. I thought that might freak you out.. slightly"

She squints up at him trying to decipher his calm. It was opposite of her dramatics, and sometime she found him unreadable. Nuzzling into his chest she takes a few deep breaths and finds herself entering the calm that he outwardly displayed.

"I'll. I'll make an appointment with the doctor and let you know when it is. Or do you want to come to the next ..one?"

Caitlyn thinks she has this ability of being a fibber. She doesn't. It's obvious whenever she tries to tell a high tale, and when it's the absolute truth. She also seems to think she hides things well, also a no. That smile gets her and causes her own to grow wide with cheer.

"whats the news?"

Unaware to Caitlyn herself, her face turns into a deer in the headlights. Azure hues widened as her pupils dilated. Almost as if he told her he brought some dead body for dinner. The pink tone in her cheeks dwindles down to pale white. Almost the color of the kitchen cabinet doors.

"News right." She squeaks and takes a healthy gulp of the orange juice down. Holding up one finger for him to wait. Then her head is steering in all different directions for the bag. Setting the glass down delicately she retracts to grab the bag, then all but rushes into his arms.

"Don't get mad." The ginger pouts as she tears open the plastic ties, unveiling the plethora of pregnancy tests inside.

It's fine. No rush. She says. But Caitlyn was inside the restroom with a bag stuffed to her knees of pregnancy tests. Fingers combed through her crimson locks, as she casually eyed Rigsby staring at her from the small little sliver of the bathroom door open. Everything will be fine. Meanwhile she was absolately positive he would run out of the house shrieking like a misguided banshee.

It's magic the sound of the juice pouring. Her ears perk up as she pinches the top of the plastic bag, and almost falls over the kid in the hallway. The bag flailing around with her as she runs into the kitchen with a wide grin. Orange juice is magical. Nobody but her seemed to understand it.

Cait tosses the bag on the ground and al but tears the glass away from him into her own hands.

"Lloyd!" she says cheerfully placing a delicate kiss to his cheek.

Everything was forgotten momentarily, orange juice had that impact sometimes.

Her eyes followed his gesture down to Rigsby in his arm. He was right on all accounts, and she nodded her head slowly in understanding with a wobbled lower lip. The conversation about Lloyd's homicidal tendencies weren't appropriate for the boys.

Small fingers interlock with his as she uses him to stand in the closet. Paying close attention to the surrounding area. Not to bump her head, or make it to where they were lost in the wardrobe for anymore length of time.

"Yes.. ok. We should tuck the boys in first. Fresh air this late could make them get a cold." That scenario was laughable and most certainly not the case with the lycanthropy genes both children inherited from their mother. But Caitlyn was convinced it could still happen. She rests her chin onto his shoulder, as she murmurs instructions to steer them from a Lego graveyard.

The rise and fall of his calm breaths work therapeutically to her needs. Her sniffles become fewer, and the jagged breaths with saddening squeaks become less frequent. It was hard for Caitlyn to comprehend that a murder could be sport, could be fun.

"But.. but... I want to understand how you feel when you kill someone." She murmurs the words against his ears. Her arms wrapped around him clinging them both into the closet. With poor oblivious child in Lloyd's grip. It's a wonder he hasn't thrown a tantrum for being in the closet.

His reaction causes her to squint up at him. Was he trying to joke with her? She sniffles and wipes her face with the back of her hand. "But what if we never leave here?? What if...what if... we have another baby born in khaki winter clothes." Caitlyn's face contorts threatening another crying fit.

Caitlyn curls up closer to Lloyd. Using him as a prop to hold her up against the wall. A sad smile is given to him once he takes Rigsby from her arms. Lloyd was the reasoning, the apt trigger to her actions. But he wouldn't know that. She sniffles and continues to sob uncontrollably beside him. Her body shuttering with her own recollection of the event.

She gives his wrist a small adoring peck from her lips, as he wipes the tears from her eyes. He was right. She knew he was, and this wasn't how Belle Noire would have reacted. Caitlyn hiccups and regains some of her composure. "Is.. is this how you feel? When you kill people?" the words blurt out followed by another sob.

He said anything she needed, that he would get. It stirs in her brain the last war she was apart of.Blinking back more tears, she locks her gaze up to his. "I need you to.. get me a pregnancy test. I'm late.. What if.. what if.." she sputters unable to connect the appropriate words. Fingers run through her disorganized ginger strands in nervous contemplation.

Unruly fiery locks are gathered into a stiff Afro against the closet wall. It was a walk-in closet, so she wasn't suffocating them exactly. Her eyes partly glossed over as the inner discussion of the actions taken were still being deliberated.

Rigsby is nestled against her resting peacefully. Noah was whining about wanting to go into his room and play. But Caitlyn didn't cave. Inside in this huddle is where they would stay.

The tips of her ears twitch as she zones into the sound of footsteps. They're friendly, not threatening. She doesn't recognize them as Lloyd, but as he gets closer she can smell him. The tense joints in her shoulders knot as she takes on a more perplexed facial expression.

In minutes she stares through him as he speaks. Noah is relieved the door is open and crawls out. Caitlyn whines trying to reach for him, but she pauses midway to close her hands over Rigsby's ears delicately. Blue-green orbs watch closely until Noah is out of sight.

The face of the girl contorts with the remembrance of the man's face when he died. Tears fall from her eyelids as she looks up to Lloyd finally ready to confess to her husband.

Caitlyn beams and bends forward to nuzzle his cheek affectionately. "I can make the brownies while you finish up here." She stares at him intensely and boops his nose while she's close to his face. "Babe. What are we going to do for Rigsby's birthday?" After a few more select minutes pass by clinging onto him, she decides to start standing upright to the side of him.

She blinked at his text. He wasn't going into the office today? Caitlyn tiptoes around the house, even though her mischecious giggles give her away. Upon finding Lloyd she would attempt to love tackle him to the ground. "It's Wednesday. Do you want to have brownies?"

~*~Ella smirked on the otherside of the line. Idly combing her fingertips across her laptop keys. Then she arched a brow at his abrupt invitation back home. It must not have been that much of a stir.~*~

'' I'll have to make sure James will behave before I travel too far from the Bayou. You know how hands on he likes to get.'' She chuckles at her own bizarre joke, before she continues.

~*~The ringtone took her attention off her research. She shoves books to the side, and waits a couple of minues before she answers the phone. Ella could tell it was Lloyd. Before she spoke she took a glance at her laptop keyboard for leverage.~*~

''Hello, Lloyd. Actually, well I was drunk and fiddling with the keys. Are you insinuating that I sent it on purpose?''

"But it's part of you. I..." She feels his grip tighten on her wrist, causing her to blink rapidly. Drowning irises diverted to his hand, and there it was. What she had dreaded from her core to hear. "I would wait for you. I promise." Denial. She wouldn't even let it infiltrate her brain that he had admitted what started this discussion to begin with. With familiar unspoken words she scans his face.

A slow nod of her head and a disapproving sneer when he mentions the files were destroyed to his knowledge. "And if they weren't. Could you be in any sort of danger?" The shredded bits of anger had shortened and warped to concern for Lloyd.

Caitlyn gulped. She knew that the beast was something you couldn't bluntantly ignore. It would always rise up and come back with a vengeance. "I understand now. But do you think a cure is the answer?" Even though the beasts were monsters inside the both of them, was the cure even a real expectation to have? Instead of stepping back to increase their distance, she steps forward to lean her head onto his frame. To hear the soothing racy beat of his serial killer heart.

She found it hard to decipher the type of people it was okay to murder. The blank stare had remained even after he explained again that her and the boys would never be on the list. Caitlyn believed him from the bottom of her heart. If he were going to kill them, they would not be here having this discussion. The intensity in her nerves start to drindle down. However she stil felt a disconnect to him. The words leave her without any censorship or thought to them. "I want to see you do it."

There wasn't any room for denial if she watched him as he became unhinged. Affirming her procomation she would stick through this with him, she nods slowly at his words. A doleful wobbly sigh parts from her lips. "But..but you would come back?" Yes. Even now she couldn't bare the thought of him leaving and never returning.

"Jameson knew before me? Who else knows?" Lifting her hand back to wipe away the stained tears from her cheeks, before it returns to cloak over his. A newly woven seed of resentment for Jameson had started just then.

"But..but.. I don't understand. You like to kill people. The beast protects you while you do these things. What happens if you get cured?..W..will you just be a killer?"

Caitlyn could feel the pespiration of cold sweat drip down her forehead. For some reason she starts Lamaze breathing to relax herself. A minimal glint of relief reflects in her tearful gaze. He hadn't been faking, at least when it came to her. Could she even believe a word he said? A hoarse cough leaves her lips as her mind overzealously kicks into hyper gear.

"If I murdered someone. Would you be able to kill me?" Plagued with the worst scenario she starts another pattern of Lamaze. Since the initial blow she felt like her nerves were turning to a more stable setting. "The nature of any monster is to kill. I expect Noah to kill people when he turns. Is he going to be on your list?" The corner of her lips turn downward. Rigsby might be the only normal one. She wasn't really sure about that either. He says he wouldn't hurt them, but if they fall into the category that he kills off of..

He grasps her wrist, and she makes no immediate action to wrestle it back. "I love you too, Lloyd." His apology felt geniune, but she wasn't an excellent judge on character. "No. I don't want you to go." She sniffles and shuffles a bit closer setting her free hand over his palm. "I married you. All of you. Even if you..you hid this from me." Her over active imagination hadn't stopped the slide show in her mind. She takes in another shaky breath. "We can work through this."

Stupid Girl. The beast whispered in a bellicose tone inside her at the decision. But Caitlyn was being selfish. She knew morally she should have just left him here. Ran away with the boys and never came back. However, she loves Lloyd.

Cait shook her head slowly. She had meant that Jane had abandoned her family. But she doesn't interrupt him. When he recoils back, she lets out a whimper of detest. "But Jane doesn't follow the rules." The words snapped forward with an agitated huff.

"You shouldn't want a child with me." His words visibly wound her and cause her to defensively ball her hands into fists. "We are raising children together, Lloyd. Of course I want a child with you. You're a great father. Why ..." Breed. He was concerned about the Darrow breed.

Ignorance was bliss. Now she knew the reasoning behind the saying. The innocence bled from her turqouise gaze, as her pupils vanished under the jade tone. She opened her mouth but no words formed. Caitlyn felt her knees buckle at his confession. She had prepared herself for him being unfaithful with another woman. This was..worse. Trying to swallow through her dry throat made an erie scratch nosie echo from it. "Look at me." Caitlyn's voice faltered with a crack. She tried to remain planted in her spot, but she could feel the sense of dread draining the want to stay from her being.

"You..like to kill people." Delicate digits cup her own chin and lightly tap against her lips. Her eyes widened with a sense of urgent horror. "But.." At a loss for words. Utterly bamboozled by his confession. Lloyd never did strike her as a killer. Freddie was such a delicate flower. It felt like someone had ripped the curtain of their marriage and defecated on it. "What makes a person worthy to kill, Lloyd?" The question is posed in quiet tone, while her eyes fixate on his face. "You don't act like a killer around the boys or me.. Has..." She gulps an imaginary frog in her throat, and can feel the thick coat of melancholy residue in her voice. "Has it all been a facade?"

What he says next causes a shift in her control. Was there something else he was hiding from her? The beast let out a sardonic chuff. "It's a simple choice to abandon your family, Lloyd. I've done it before too. It's easy to turn to drugs or alcohol or any other vices to drown out what we are. I've seen that done too." Adam. Her eyes soften as she closes the inches between them, tilting her head slightly to look at his face. "I love all of you, Lloyd. Is there a part of you I don't know? Half of what you are?" Caityn's brows crease together in bewilderment. "Do you mean the beast? I know what the beast is capable of Lloyd." She thought she did, but let's be real. Look up Caitlyn Darrow in the dictionary under the definition, "Sheltered".

"I know you aren't Dane or Drake. They don't matter, only you matter because you're my husband." Physcially she swayed a blow, feeling the beast recoil at the mention of her prior relations. "Why would I want a damn statue? Of course I want a baby, but only when we're ready to have one. I want you to show me you love me. I want you to tell Jane the rules. I want you to make sure this Ella understands where you stand." Her shoulders lax as she descalates the beast within taking carefully paced breaths.

Then she reiterates her earlier stance. "I want to see all of you. I don't want you to hide anything from me." She points to her phone and feels the rising tide. " I don't want any surprises like that. That isn't a good surprise."

Caitlyn didn't know what to think. She massages her temple as the beast continues the assault on the inside. Its thunderous voice grew almost louder than Lloyd whom stood in front of her. It ignited her temper and heated her normal (though questionable) line of common sense. " I don't know what to think, Lloyd. I don't know how to act. Please don't leave. You and the boys are all I have." Blue-green eyes become mistified by the wall of tears that start to drop down her cheeks.

"You're not taking the boys anywhere. We are going to finish this." She maneuvers herself to block his departure. In a way she wouldn't have normally done. Caitlyn cracks her neck as the jolts of phantom electricity crackle behind her irises. " I'm sorry, but you don't understand Lloyd. You don't. My sister hasn't tried to shoot you. Your family, you know exactly where they are. You don't have some...Ella sending you pictures of me. You don't sit here and count the days until I go missing because I have to be with my pack. You left me longer than I have ever left you. Countless times. But I understand that Lloyd. But she doesn't."

Her emotions and the beast are overtaking her. From where she stands she can hear the low husky growl leaving her lips.

Delicate digits comb through her fiery untamed locks. She frowns and glances at his phone. Initially she didn't want to go through his phone, but instinctively she reaches for it. "..But..but.." The voice was quakey, and she could feel the rattled nerves in her hands spasm as she clutched his phone. Caitlyn doesn't want to say the next thing, because she doesn't want Lloyd to be guilty of hiding things from her. After a few swift sharp intakes of breath, she hands his phone back. Meanwhile the beast inside her coaxed her. Fed on the self doubt that rotted inside her. "You..you had time to delete anything. I asked you about her and you didn't even reply."

The counter became her support as she leaned against it. Moving her hand to rub her face therapeutically. She remains quiet as she contemplates his words. "I replied to the e-mail, but I haven't gotten a response. ..Maybe, yy-yes. You try calling her while I'm here." It was highly inappropriate indeed. Those were her chest muscles to stare at.

Caitlyn busied herself waiting for a reply from either party. Her nose scrunches in distate as she burns her popcorn. Instead she finds one of her triple million cases of Orange Tictacs to add a few candies to the bag. At least she would get a fulfillment of tang flavor.

At the moment Lloyd walks into the kitchen, she has her cheeks full like a chipmunk. She listens to his explanation and opens up the e-mail to show it to him. After she swallows the last bit of her orange burnt popcorn, she eyes him suspiciously. "Just a friend?" The beast inside her stirs as she fiercely pokes at the screen with her pinkie finger. "Why would she send this if you just had a friendship at the Order?"

A pale sheet falls over her face. A slow pace of realization. In reality she wanted to eat everything he told her. Every single thing was a truth from his lips, but the e-mail seared into her brain.

Caitlyn chews on her bottom lip. Is this something she should wait until he gets home? Maybe they're just friends. Yes. Friends that drink and apparently take their clothes off? She huffs and taps a reply back.

Caitlyn peers at him with a gaze packed with small figurines of scrutiny. Would Freddie not come here? Her mouth twitches with slight apprehension. " Are you sure about Freddie? Doesn't he usually follow where Jane ends up?" Even as a whisper the uneasiness didn't falter from her tone.

Underneath it all they were both a nervous bundle becoming unraveled. She moves her hand from his back to close over his hands. Taking care to meet her eyes with his. "We'll take care of it. But right now, I need to kick pillow Caitlyn out of bed." She teased with a reassuring smile.

Relief. Caitlyn was relieved to hear that she didn't have to worry about Jane going mafioso on their children. It's evident in the way her shoulders relax into a sag with the rest of her frame. "Is Freddie going to come over too?" Unable to help the visual cringe at the question. Only because she remembered how hectic the Darrow siblings could be once they were combined.

"It's okay. Hopefully she came to you because she wants to be sober. Maybe she wants to do right by Margaret?" That hopeful light reflects off her eyes. Optimism was one of her better attributes. Hooking her unclaimed arm around the other side of his waist she draws near enough to set her chin against him. From this angle she could tell that he had shaved too. Was that a booger? She wouldn't mention it. She did stare at it.

"It's the right thing to do, Lloyd. Treat people as you want to be treated. It's the requirements of being a decent person." The words that parted her lips were softly spoken. Hitler and wine, she woud probably whine about it being violent.

"OK. Sounds like a date. Do you think pasta with the wine? Or I could make us a chicken entree. Chicken Marsala?"

Canines bite down firmly on her inner cheek as she fidgets while she stares at him. Blue-green hues cast downwards at the boys, and she lets out a frustrated sigh of defeat."I get it. She's your sister." A glossy remnant curtains over her eyes. Siblings were never Caitlyn's forte. One tried to kidnap her. One tried to kill her. The youngest vanished without a trace.

"I hope you understand I can't control my..self. when it comes to the boys." Her brows press together quizzically as she silent recants the words in her mind. " We'll be okay. I know you need to do this Lloyd. I just hope we don't end up at odds."

A small smile spreads across her lips. "Don't worry. I'll be her friend in no time. Kill her with kindness."

Ignorance is displayed as she twists her lips in a pensive manner. A prolonged curios tilt of her head. "Hitler? He burned down houses like Elouise?" Blinking rapidly once more she stares at Lloyd intently. Because she trusts whatever he tells her.

Caitlyn blinked slowly still watching as the suitcase wheeled its own journey. Darrow R2-D2 v.1. Her lips find their way against the corner of his own. "Hello Lloyd. Missed you too. Love you."

She finds herself squinting as he gives a quaint kiss to Rigsby's temple as he seemed to be half-awake. " Di..Did you watch Desperate Housewives?" Caitlyn points to the television, because subconciously she had just assumed to walk in on him binge watching Netflix.